Half an hour later, the back door was opened, and a beautiful figure stepped into the car. "It's so hot, and you're all alone in the car enjoying the air conditioning."

Fang Yang jumped up, opened the door, and put Zhou Xin's suitcase, which was placed by the back door, into the trunk. "So, do you want to eat here or go back to eat?"

"I'll definitely go eat there, it's only eleven o'clock now."

"Alright then, I'll have Mo Sang order first. By the time we get back, the food should be ready. Let me tell you, there's a Sichuan restaurant outside the film studio. It's just an average place, but the food is really good."

"Go ahead and cook it. If even a master chef like you approves, the chef's skill level must be exceptional."

Fang Yang first called Mo Sang to come over and order the food, explaining that it would be served around 12 o'clock. Then he turned on his turn signal and drove out of the parking lot. "The day before yesterday, I had a meal with the Mo brothers. The food was very authentic, especially the sliced ​​fish, which was made very well."

"Alright then, I'll try it later and see just how delicious the dishes are that Mr. Fang can't forget. By the way, you've been here for a few days, and you've just stayed in the hotel every day without going out?"

"Where can you go in this heat? You'll be soaked in sweat as soon as you step outside. Why go out if you don't have something to do?"

"Hehe, this film studio is full of beautiful women, why don't you, Mr. Fang, try to have a chance encounter?"

Fang Yang saw Zhou Xinyi's smiling face, which was both happy and annoyed, in the rearview mirror and felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly smiled and said, "What coincidence? I'm just busy writing my new novel. If you don't believe me, ask Mo Sang and Mo Zhen later. They're with me every day!"

"Hmph!" Zhou Xin snorted coldly and said nothing more.